Hazardous waste material i incinerate, biters i incriminate
Bust double barrels on brothers, menaces get the boxcutters
Smothered bodies get covered with white sheets
Remains skinned to the white meat
Using flare guns as matches to light streets
I fight weak, and strong fleets all at once
Some of those cunts tried to front, trying to buy my jums
21 jump street scum bums, running like bunnies
Their rhymes belong in the funny pages
They carry fake guns on stages
Ages are legal, catch em at the bars acting all regal
Bud light their heads in front of their shocked people
Peep hoes carrying their work always looking smoked out
Cops put em in the can caught em with the coke out
Motor mouth snitches always telling something they witnessed
Battered, then bruised idiots still begging for forgiveness
God couldn't save you even after death your'e labeled
A loser, wrong choice chooser, sent em to Medusa
Last edited by Mantra; 02-25-2008 at 01:33 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
yo pipi fucknuts, stay outta J.T.S catalog with wit that wack sh-t
WD-40 sniffin mufucca
I'm try'in hide my depression from my mama
Conceal'in a deep secret
Hope'in she ain't creep'in on the other line and peeps it
I'm seventeen struggle'in to keep my see-saw straight
Friends, work, school,-a three headed beast you won't fool
As i widen my circle, i lose control of my behavior
Skipp'in classes, late night car crashes, then at last its
Obvious to me that in that simple life there's no savior
Only clashes between hated good and loved madness
I get the blame'in,
Maybe my dad could have guided me through explain'in
Instead of gett'in thrown in this fire with smoke rain'in
But my siblings came up with out theirs, thats my inspiration
Watch'in steps they took and take
Learn'in how they shook the snake
I think i'm see'in my way, move'in aside blockades suround'in me
At the same time those road blocks are talk'in down on me
I'm tired of the verbals,
I wanna take it to the top and end it quick
You realize a picture and frame ain't always right just when it fits
Fuck it, i don't got the time to be mad at the world
Try to let issues pass by, and when the pistols blast, cry
I'm feel'in the pressure more as i bottle it up
Flipp'in when i get pushed over the edge of a black hole
I fall in it but,
I'm find'in new ways to pull myself out
Its like beacons of light, when i'm lost in a dark sea of doubt
Self motivation'll pull me through, no more wish'in i could be you
Choose'in my own trails to follow with only a couple role models
I see the callow, makes me want to offer my little point of view
But even if they think about it, its gone after a joint or two
That just adds wood to my flame,
This crazy shit makes it hard to aim sane
But i'ma make my self more than equal
As they play that same game
Which is a shame, my upcome'in molded my brain's frame
And i'ma fill it up with what all i need to maintain
Its time to change
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 02-26-2008 at 01:15 AM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
JTS, ya better watch or your thread will get corrupted by assholes like pipi thunderfuck or ball-lickers like sheepish....
I get bitches buns abundantly, bone em adamantly
Aggressive dime aggressor, the diva dime undressor
Sex successor, put em to sleep when i apply the pipe pressure
Treasure the moment, and momentum..the vagina carresor, and blessor
a kodak moment to picture, the big booty twister
Best friend boned his sister, she gave my cock blisters
Sex lasted longer than bible scriptures, didn't kiss her
Don't know where her mouth been, ya'll know women
And what they like to get in, me tricking that's forbidden
And good riddance if my family jewels are ever bitten
Leave her smitten after i'm done hitting, i guess i'm unforgiven
I don't throw g(game) but when theyr'e at the lab they start stripping
I start tripping, which leads to foreplay and clothes ripping
i'm not a pimp, but somehow i make these hoes give in
And don't give em a cent, but my sweaty ball scent
If she's a duck first i gotta get bent before i bend her over
And if the clit smells like sewage the bitch get kicked the fuck out my rover
Last edited by Mantra; 02-26-2008 at 01:06 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Gimme a good beat put the shit on repeat
And watch me show yall who’s sane like Hussein/
Blazing flows laying low collapsing domes wit dope flows
While yall are busy blowing smoke and mirrors/
I’m appearing vicious wit swords that never switches
Spit it delicious while yall emcees are just cheese cake for Diddy to remake/
I break any band made with approiated aide and sufficient funds
I run the throne wit arms and hammers without all the glitz and glamour/
Slam dance jam ya mama wit the dick I used on ya sister
Spit wicked ham hawk kick it while fixing the ticket/
Flip those gimmicks wit local limits pass imposing threats
Giving you thoughts without shedding light on what he or she bought/
I’m undetectable like any paradox you cannot pick pocket
Or mock the science behind it when you rewind it/
So when ya crack the bank and make like a bandit
I’ll come claim it like lottery winnings recently/
Spit it so vehemently you emcees can’t even meet with me
Publicly your all fat bastards like Mike Myers/
Come to perform, ya prayers are
Like Ben Stiller on Meet the Parents/
I battled in the tourney and lost but
I didn’t loose my pride instead I got wise/
i'm just pulling yer chain sheepish...its all good bro
fixate ya eyes on these words that are just free flowin
and im typin up these verses, i could keep on goin
i got nothin better ta do so i just keep on showin
these crabs how to rhyme, fuck all dat silence is golden
my vocabulary fill ya heads to they maximum capacity
who's steppin to Toxin? no ones got the audacity
I'm that kid from the jerz, i stay droppin them verses
all of the top of my head, i got no time to rehearse this
free form lyrics with no form at all
sprayin and disinfectin hip hop like some verbal lysol
myspace.com/mykeytoxin
No emotions when I'm roasting camps on open fires
Tree toking sire any opposing rhymer gets lit with this lighter
Doing fatalities tired, hit man for higher that left em fatally fired
No umpires in my empire i rule with a fist made of iron
Easily wrecking shit, while others trying, face the lion
King of the jungle rhyming, spectacular styles from the stallion
Blunt smoker like Ticallion, my tree bags got crowds whyling
When i get brains is the only time i'm smiling
Besides supplying fiends with green, i give em gangrene
When i die my documentary will be the game's theme
Spray em with this M-16 while theyr'e doing the shoulder lean
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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